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Notes: Takes place after Case 15, spoilers apply


Time Green ignored the pain in his side, forcing himself to keep moving. In an effort to remain conscious, he went over the events of the past hour in his mind again: there had been a fight with a Londarz, one with a weapon not even he, the closest thing the team had to a weapons expert, could identify. The Londarz had also brought enough Zenitto to separate him and Domon from the others...

Domon-san. The pain was long forgotten as he picked up his pace and turned a corner. It has just been the two of them fighting the Londarz, and they had actually been holding their own until he had fired that strange weapon of his. He'd just gotten the tail end of the blast, and had been knocked several blocks away, but Domon... Domon had been hit head on when he'd pushed him out of the way...

He felt something cold go through him when he finally found him crumpled up in an alley, un-henshined. He had enough strength in him to run to Domon's side. "Domon-san." He was pale, bleeding, but still breathing. "Domon-san!" He lightly slapped the sides of his face.

His efforts finally paid off as Domon began to stir, features twitching painfully as his eyes opened... and then widened in panic as he scrambled away. "Get away from me."

"What are you--"

"I said get away!" Domon's entire body was tense as he held his arms in front of him, ready to ward off any attacks. "I may not have a clear idea of what's going on, but I do know that there are a bunch of masked creeps running around the city, and you fit the bill. Just... just let me go, damn it!"

"Domon-san, it's okay! It's just me, Sion!" Desperate for some way to assure his borderline hysterical teammate, Time Green let his henshin fall around him. "See?"

The fear faded from his face, replaced by... confusion? "You can't be any older than seventeen. How did you do that?"

Sion's mind raced. The only explanation could be... but no, there was no way. It just wasn't possible.

Domon staggered towards him, looking as if some horrible truth had finally dawned on him. "How... who are you... who..."

Apparently, it was possible.

Sion took a breath and activated the communication part of his Chrono Changer. "Yuuri-san? This is Sion. I think we have a problem."


"The Time Bureau."

"Never heard of it."

"Time Captain Ryuuta."

"Sounds like a character in some science fiction film."

"Don Donuerno and Lila."

"Heh-- those two sound like they're from a mafia movie."

"... Moriyama Honami?"

"No idea. Pretty name, though." Domon let out a heavy sigh as he rested his head in his hands. "Look, could we take a break? All this trying to remember stuff I've never heard of before is starting to give me a headache."

"Of course." Sion leaned back in his computer chair as Domon stood up and stretched his limbs. While memory altering equipment did exist in the thirtieth century (it had even been used on them to help adjust to twentieth century life as they pursued Donuerno), being able to wipe enough memories to cause such a massive case of amnesia shouldn't have been possible. But it was becoming painfully clear that it was, and seeing how it had been approximately twelve hours since he had last found Domon alone in that alley, it wasn't going to wear off anytime soon.

"Maybe we should try something from before he came here," Tatsuya said from his spot next to Ayase. "I don't suppose you remember anything about your family? You grandparents or those seven siblings of yours?"

Domon's jaw dropped. "I have seven... but that's not the question, is it." He closed his eyes for a moment, and then frowned. "Sorry, but I got nothing. Maybe if you gave me some of their names?"

"Uh, yeah, about that..." Tatsuya gave a nervous laugh as he scratched the back of his head. "I guess it never occurred to me to ask for their names?"

"Well, that's just great." Domon frowned again as he plopped down in a chair. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"

Yuuri gave Tatsuya a pointed look before approaching Domon. She scribbled something on a notepad and presented it to him. "How much is this?"

"Ten thousand yen. Why?"

"What city are we in?"

Domon gave a short bark of laughter. "Tokyo, of course."

"And what do they call the elected head of the United States of America?"

"Um... a president, right?"

"Well, the memories the Bureau implanted in your head seem to still be there." Their de facto leader's expression was thoughtful as she made her way to Sion (and ignored Domon's reaction to her words). "Sion, what does the Londarz's file say?"

Sion pulled himself together long enough to bring up the dossier. "His name is Rei Karu. He was more or less a typical bank robber. He would use his weapon to remove short-term memories to cover his identity and escape in the resulting confusion." He bit on his bottom lip as he snuck a glance at Domon. "This is the first time he's managed something this... complete, though."

There was a long, unpleasant silence in the living room/main office of Tomorrow Research... until Domon spoke again.

"Well, that answers one question. I'd still like to know what I'm supposed to do now, though."


"Press this button, and say 'Chrono Changer'," Sion said as he held up Domon's wrist briefly.

"Okay, just let me find the little button and... Chrono Changer." Instantly, Domon was transformed into Time Yellow. He made an impressed sound as he inspected his gloves and gauntlets. "Cool." Suddenly, he turned to Sion. "So, that's all I have to do? Press the button and I can do what you guys do?"

Sion gave his best attempt at a smile. "There's more to it of course, but it'll be fed through your visor when you need it."

Time Yellow pressed the button again and turned back into Domon. "And you'll be there helping me out... right?" It was a little easier for Sion to smile this time as he nodded.

"This isn't a good idea," Ayase reminded Yuuri. They were close enough to Domon and Sion to see what was going on, but far way enough to not have to worry about being overheard.

"I know, but it's not like we have any other choice." Yuuri kept her gaze fixed on Domon. "We need him to fight the Londarz. We'll just have to keep an eye on him until he can get used to battle again."

Tatsuya had to ask, even though he already had a sinking feeling he knew what he answer would be. "So... there's no chance of him getting his memories back?"

Yuuri glanced at him briefly. "There have been cases of memory altercation breaking down, and Domon himself is living proof of that. But until we have something solid that proves otherwise, we have to assume that he's never going to get his memory back."

Tatsuya turned his attention back to his friend-- well, friends actually. Sion had always been close to Domon before, but ever since he'd brought Domon back home he hadn't left his side...

He wasn't sure if Sion's feelings for Domon could be called romantic, but it was obvious that he cared for him more that anything. If anyone could find a way to fix this, Sion would.

Provided that there was a way to fix this.